depressinglyhauwt

what are u doing here?

[hauwtie]

jjk slut and slasher enthusiast.

19

she/they

i write but not nearly as good as ts i read on here.

stay a while, or don’t. i’m on here mostly to laugh and read but i might shit post once in a while too. don’t take this too serious, it’s tumblr. and be respectful. no racism, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, nun of it here pls.

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[beauty-funny-trippy]

[c1nnam00n]

me tweaking out trying to find that one good fanfic

[c1nnam00n]

me tweaking out trying to find that one good fanfic

[ballard96]

[i-arch-my-backula]

LOUD AND PROUD SINCE I HAD AN IMAGINATION

[hauwtie]

true feminine rage is remembering all my favorite characters are dead and morning their losses at 4:53 am

[screampied]

vegas id give you the sloppiest head ever if you wrote scissoring w shoko 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

★ : rubbing pretty clits w shoko.

cw. fem! reader, wlw, scissoring, praise, spanks, nıpple play, overstim, petnames, mdni.

shoko who can’t help but giggle, watching with doe brown irises as your hips stutter every few seconds. you were simply no match for her pace. with your slick cunt repeatedly grinding back against hers, you were already this close to losing it. to making yet another mess. she’s lied flat on her back, one hand gripped against the left side of your waist before humming, tilting her head in faux coy. “cupcake, c’mon, thought you said you knew what you were doing, hm?”

as your mouth hangs open—you lock your legs securely against hers, trying to scissor her properly. the heat of skin clashing against each other makes a school of butterflies flutter inside of your tummy. “m tryin’ shoko,” you pant, watching as she trails a hand down your ass, a thumb brushing up against it’s shape as if it was carved into a heart. “fuck, feels so good, ‘sho.”

“try harder, honey,” she huffs, almost about to break out a sweat herself. long brunette locks tangle around her finger as she keeps a keen eye on you the entire time. puffy cunt hoods glissade against each other back and forth and oh, the stimulation. with the mixture of her growing heat, you felt hot. shoko’s angle of her thigh legs wrap around yours and you felt everything. “pick up the pace, uh huh—good . . girl,” and a sharp gasp wrenches out of her throat once you start to accelerate. “thaaat’s it, fuck me, pretty girl.”

both scorching hot bodies continue to move in rhythmic sync. she lets off a sweet moan, feeling the convulsing thumps of your clit pulse against hers and it feels almost too good.

her breath hitches as she snakes a hand toward your breasts that bounce right in front of her face. “come closer, cupcake. don’t be shy,” and her words were a bit low—she lets off a tiny hiccup as her eyes roamed at your perfect jittery body. with each lengthy second that passed, she was getting more and more drunk from your sweet cunt. as you lean closer, pawing your right hand into the mushy skin of her right leg, she grabs ahold of one of your tits, latching her plump glossed lips against the tender nipple. “mhm.”

you moan out a singular hiss, bouncing against her body as she lies right underneath you—

skewing the bulb of your cunt straight against her drooling opening. with the merciless speed of your hips, she could barely keep your sweetened neglected mounds in her mouth. although, she left a pretty trail of her sheeny saliva onto each of your tits. she sucks against them both, briefly closing her eyes shut as you’re merrily rutting into her sloppy core salaciously.

“shokooo,” you drag out her words in a candied slur of both twin syllables.

the slow yet deadly grind of your hips had her head spinning. not just hers but yours too.

clammy hands of hers make their way back toward your unsteady hips, yanking them closer to her sweltering, sticky heat before she spanks your ass.

with that single spank . . one turns into two, then three, then four.

shoko’s obsessed with your ass, never failing to leave it a few concise stings near the very plush parts of your flesh. “f— fuck,” she stammers, a shake in her voice due to your insane rhythm. she felt it too, with both sloppy mounds bumping against each other, the incoming pleasure was almost inevitable to feel. she pried one of your legs open just a bit farther apart, strumming her slender fingers against your pulsating cunt to play against your throbbing slit. “mhm, twitching so good for me, huh. you gonna make a mess already? barely been a few minutes, cupcake.”

your throat was parched with dryness — with the bed underneath you and shoko wailing out in weak creaks, you moan. as your head tosses itself back in rapture, your trembling thighs briefly shifts to acclimatize against her wide open angle.

“gonna cum, shoko,” you warn, feeling the furrow of your eyebrow pull both arched brows together. for just a second, you take a second to suck in a nice amount of balmy air.

everything around you felt so warm, including the welcoming cunt of your girlfriend who’s just humidly sultry with tepid heat.

effortlessly, it sticks against your own core, creating a lewd concoction of damp juices, forming into a little soaked cobweb. there’s an entering ring that goes through your ears and hers. it’s never ending screech makes your back arch at the moment of your climax and she slumps back against the mattress. her skin’s met with the velvety silk sheets. as her body directly underneath you moves back in drowse, her lowly hooded eyes meet yours again once you prepare to speak out a whimper. “can i cum, shoko? pretty please?”

“with those manners, you can do anything you want to me, cupcake,” she hoarsely whispers, pulling you close to her face.

inches away, you close the remaining distance to drag her into a needy, wet kiss.

both bodies remain to rut back ‘n forth, limbs all tangled and intertwined in pure bliss.

she tasted so sweet. her syrupy gloss ghosts against your tastebuds and you moan right into her mouth. shoko was handsy, wasting no time to feel all over the curvature of your presentable physique. starting at your ass — then back toward your hips and the rest of your body. she even leans in, lolling her tongue out to lick a long stripe down the valley of your chest.

“mhm,” you whimper, sappy soddened juices squelching against each other. as you both eventually succumb to your orgasmic peak, in each mouth, you both moan in pretty flawless unison.

your hips come to an abrupt slow but you’re still jerking against her, swerving in swift addictive arcs as she feebly wrapping her arms around your waist. the rickety of the bed continues to sob out creaks from the double amounts of weight. “baby,” she croaks out lowly, strings of fluids departing with each inch that you move your cunt away from hers.

exhausted, you slump forward into her chest and you feel a rumble of her shoulders. “ah, worn out already? i guess we can take a break,” she whispers, feeling your body still shiver within her hold. her touch was always gentle—she loved how you’d always lean into it, lean into her. with a sheepish smile curling against her slight crooked lips, she makes you sit up. you unlock your weak legs against hers before lying on top of her, droopy eyes meeting her lust filled gaze. she gives your forehead a single kiss before huffing. “you did so good, baby. always so good for me.”

“s- shoko,” you stutter out, her perfume making you throb. you were already starting to fantasize about the lewd feeling of her cunt rubbing off against yours in carnal harmony that was literally just seconds ago.

“shhh,” she shushes you, a thumb swiping its way over the part of your lips. body again body — it was warm, her sweat mixed with yours and you could feel yourself aching for more. already, you missed the way she felt bumping against your sensitive pussy. it made your head spin, your nerves were still in overdrive before she makes you lie on her chest. “let’s rest, okay,” and her slight raspy voice made you let off a soft content sigh. she strokes your back, hearing your breathing slow a bit before she coos against the shell of your ear. “when you’re well energized again, i’ll start a nice bath for us both,” and she gives the crown of your forehead one more kiss.

“my sweet girl.”

[hauwtie]

sigh…

another boring wasted day. another day fantasizing in ur head about all the things you would let him do to you. how you would let him ruin you, just so he could build you back up and shatter you again. how you would let him consume you, eating away at your mind, body, and soul. and you don’t hate ur situation completely. you find bits of him everywhere you go. he lingers on ur anonymous tumblr page that you hide in the dark.

you try to deny that this part of you really exists. you disgusts yourself at times by how damp your panties get at a fic talking about an erotic scene that is far from realistic. getting bred in the meanest mating press known to man and filled to a hilt? ha, please.. a dick so big and girthy that it gets through your thick skull? hysterical. a man that degrades you in ways that don’t make you cry immediately after because “‘s jus so goodd..” we both know you like to bark back.

words get you wet… you let that sink in. you let that heat sink in ur panties too. a guilty pleasure, that’s slowly turning into an unfulfilled expectation of the people around you.

but they don’t know you. not completely at least. they don’t know that behind that put together day by day life, you’re aching to be broken. and they never will.

because he doesn’t exist.

he’s a mix of fictional media that was never intended to be received the way it was from the public and some sick fairytales you made up in your head. so go ahead and goon and edge yourself dumb. but you’ll never be satisfied, because he’s not real. you know that. i know that. and yet, here you are, being h0rny on main.

sigh…

[hauwtie]

trapped

i began to sob in my hands as the light plastic stick falls to the ground. my hands shake, my whole body does. how can this happen to me? actually, i know how. matter of fact, the how was standing right in front of me holding the test, with a gleeful beam on his face. i want to believe that this is just some sort of sick joke. that there's a couple of cheap cameras and some of his gang tucked away out of sight. no, this is all real. this is my life, my downfall.

my chest begins to burn and my head spins. all i hear is him, his voice. those god awful hyena-like chuckles. i lift my head up and he immediately catches my glare. he throws me the most worrisome and sincere face he can manage.

“baby,” he says, laced in poisonous honey, “baby what's wrong?”

i want to scream as he crouches down to me. as his big, warm embrace takes me and guides me to the very bed that i made the worst mistake of my life on. he knows what's wrong.

he pulls me into his arms, rests my head against his chest, and starts to attempt and lull me to peace. and, he succeeds. i didn't exactly find tranquility, but i cried until my eyes ran dry, body went numb, and mind went blank. what was i supposed to do? fight him? demand he fixes it? that won't do anything, so i bawled my heart out. for a long, long time. there would be pauses when i'd get bursts of anger and scream and cuss him out.

goddammit! or u fucking asshole!!

“i hate you!”, i shout, hitting him on the chest.

no matter how much i yelled or cussed at him, no matter how many times i beat on his chest or how many things i threw at him, he would always end up pulling me back into his gentle hold, kiss my head and all. i don't understand. i lean up from him a bit and stare him in his eyes. my gaze is no longer filled with animosity and rage but curiosity, and tad bit of agony. the tiny smirk and what appeared to be genuine care would have earned a spark, or maybe even a few tears, if i wasn’t so emotionally drained. i took a deep, trembling breath while i assay his face.

“why?”, i ask so lightly it almost sounded like a shudder.

his eyebrows furrow together. it's almost as if he's actually confused.

“baby, what do you mean ‘why’?” he chuckles softly, readjusting his arm around me.

i'd scoff if i could. he can't seriously be trying to bullshit with me, not right now.

“why me?” i lean into him a bit more.

he exhales quickly through his nose, almost as if he's trying to stifle a laugh.

“i love you so much,” he threw his head back, “and you don't even realize it.”

there it was.

enough to make me feel something again.

i scoff, “if you loved me, you wouldn't of done this to me.”

he raises his head as i scowl at him over my shoulder. he scoots back a bit, putting space in between us.

“done what?” he asks a pinch too playfully.

he's slowly losing his facade. soon enough he'll retreat back to his old controlling bastard self, and i'll actually have to argue. i’ll break, i always do with him. he likes it when i lose. it's his favorite game.

i shake my head, ”for fucks sake…”

he gently holds my jaw, ”darling, baby,” he pulls me closer to his face, “what did i do?”

i feel my stomach knot and throat clump from all the words i try to swallow. dear God, we haven't even started yelling at each other and i'm already breaking, no! i take a deep breath and close my eyes. in and out. i open my eyes to see his stupid, stupid, stupid face.

i open my mouth to speak but no sound follows. shit, shit, shit, shit. and then, he laughs. the fucker laughs like it's the funniest damn thing he's ever seen. something about this feels off, he wasn't this patient before. isn't he gonna snap and try and guilt trip me? what's going on?

i ponder for what feels like hours but it's only seconds until it finally hits me.

my lip quivers and tears begin to fall, “baby, please tell me this is a joke.” the distress from my eyes flows heavier as more and more panic sinks in. “y-you’re just kidding right?”

my breath hitches as he scoots back, closing in on me.

i laugh desperately in denial.

“haha, you got me. now where's the hidden camera??” i attempt to joke as my voice breaks and is ready to give out.

he dips his head at me a bit, looking at me as if i am the one doing something wrong. my mind races. what do i do? why now?

“baby,” he says sweetly caressing my right cheek, “breath”

my breaths were erratic and short, much like my thoughts. i want out. i want to leave. i want this to stop.

he pulls me closer and gives me a soft kiss on the forehead. a long kiss. long enough for me to start having another crying fit.

i wail and sniffle as he would hold me close, rocking me in his arms and listening. it got to the point that he just placed me in his lap and let me cry against his chest as he scrolled on his phone.

i lift my head from his chest and lay the side of my face against him. i cried all i could. eyes empty. the noise from his phone cut off as he turned it off and placed it to the side.

he sighs, “do you feel better?”

i don't want to answer that question. i don't want to speak, but i do.

“i-i can’t be a mother..”

[hauwtie]

CAN WE STOP

I REPEAT STOP

TWINKIFYING MY MAN

i just want my big muscular dad bod man back pls

[kirayuki22]

An Ode to Black Fanfic Writers

To the Black fanfic writers,

When I first joined Tumblr, I was lost. I didn’t know what to expect, didn’t know if this was a space I could call home. Everything felt overwhelming posts flying by, tags I didn’t understand, communities I didn’t know how to approach. I didn’t even know if I’d like it here. But then I stumbled across your stories, and everything changed.

You saved me.

Through your words, I found my footing in a space that, at first, didn’t feel like it had room for me. You gave me stories that wrapped around me like a warm hug, characters that looked like me, sounded like me, loved like me. You showed me what this app could be what it could mean. You reminded me that our stories are powerful, that we are powerful.

Thank you for being the guiding light I didn’t know I needed.

In a world where Black characters are so often sidelined, erased, or stereotyped, you did something revolutionary: you made us the center. You wrote us as heroes, as lovers, as dreamers. You gave us magic, power, and complexity. You reminded us that we can be everything.

When I read your work, I saw Black girls with wide smiles and wild curls, unafraid to take up space. I saw Black boys navigating their pain and triumphing over it. I saw queer Black love, soft Black love, fierce Black love. And I saw us thriving, not just surviving.

You gave me stories that said, “You belong here.” And that meant everything.

Your stories didn’t just give me representation; they gave me community. Through your words, I connected with people who understood what it means to feel invisible in spaces where you should be seen. People who share my love for these characters and who understand the joy of seeing ourselves in these worlds.

You showed me that fandom isn’t just about the media we consume it’s about the people we meet along the way. The way you build each other up, support one another, and create a space where Black voices shine is nothing short of extraordinary.

I didn’t just find stories on Tumblr. I found a family.

I know it’s not easy. Writing is hard. Posting your work for the world to see is even harder. Yet you do it anyway. You push through the doubt, the fear, the imposter syndrome, and you create. You write stories that make us laugh, cry, and feel seen.

I think about the late nights you spend revising, the time you dedicate to perfecting every scene, every line of dialogue. I think about how you manage to weave pieces of our culture our humor, our slang, our struggles into your stories so effortlessly. It’s art, and it’s real.

Your stories remind us that creativity is resistance. That writing Black characters who are loved, desired, and heroic is an act of defiance in a world that tries to diminish us. You’re not just writing fanfiction, you're making a statement: “We matter. We belong. We are worthy.”

Why You Matter So Much

As a 21-year-old Black woman, I can’t tell you how much your work has inspired me. You’ve shown me the beauty of our diversity, the depth of our experiences, and the endless possibilities of our stories. You’ve reminded me that Blackness is infinite.

You’ve given me hope in ways I didn’t even know I needed. You’ve shown me that joy is revolutionary, that our stories deserve to be told. You’ve given me love stories that feel like home, characters that feel like family, and worlds that feel like freedom.

You’ve saved me on my darkest days.

Forever Grateful

To the Black fanfic writers who dared to take up space in a fandom culture that didn’t always want us here, thank you. Thank you for showing up, for creating, for building a world where we can see ourselves as everything we’ve ever dreamed of being.

You’ve reminded me and so many others that we are powerful, that we are beautiful, that we are worthy of being the main character. You’ve given me more than I could ever repay.

So here’s to you the storytellers, the dreamers, the visionaries.

You’ve made this app feel like home.

You’ve made me feel seen, heard, and loved.

And I am forever grateful.

With love and admiration,

A Black girl who finally found herself through your words.

I am definitely all the writers I know and love and I hope to find more of y'all so I can add y'all to the list, if there is more please tag them! let's show them the love they deserve!

@theegoldenchild @theereina @thecoochiefairy @theblacklewinsky @biglibrat @earthchica @violetmuses @hotgrlcece @megamindsecretlair @wintrrxxo @blkwriters @nysrage @starcrossedxwriter @dilfl0v3rss @merakidoll @eyelessfaces @nayaxwrites @erikismybitch @hearteyes-for-killmonger @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @chrollohearttags @st4rbwrry @salaciousdoll @kenshisluvrgirl @writingsbytee @thecoochiefairy @caashmoneynae @thatone-girly @keyaho @nova2kss

[nayters]

[gallifreyanfairy2000]

I don't get why this is horrifying other than it being a mass shooting?

Is it that they used up so much ink to make a point?

[spookydazechaos]

Read closer, each of those lines is a different incident

[gallifreyanfairy2000]

Oh fuck.

[hauwtie]

STREAM SUPER FREAKY GIRLS ROMAN VERSION!!! NICKI SAW YOUR POST AND SHOUTED OUT THE HEAD BARB MICHAEL MYERS 😭😭❤️❤️

BIG PURRRR AND DID

ima lil late tho but we streaming

[raccoonspooky]

Reasons why diff slashers are out there doing ~All That~

Michael Myers:

He’s got something stuck in his teeth and no matter wtf he does he cant get it. Someone take peepaw to the dentist please. He’s got an inner thigh rash from them nasty ass coveralls and probably needs some aveeno.

Honestly please wash those or get him new ones because the reason he sits up the way he does is because the fabric doesnt crease any more so he just has to very straight leggedly stand up every time hes knocked down.

Billy Loomis:

He’s abstained from jerking off for too many months, the anti nut mindset has rewritten his brain chemistry and now all he can do is ~mansplain manipulate manslaughter~ dude’s backed up so bad he can see shrimp colors.

Bo Sinclair:

The entire events of the movie happen because he was staring at himself in the bathroom mirror like a bird flirting with his own reflection. He slipped on the tile and gave himself a REALLY bad concussion. He can see sounds and taste lights. He wears a baseball hat at night and leaves his keys in the ignition, if he takes off the hat all the blood swelling in his brain is dispersed way too fast and he’ll sputter out like a de-inflating balloon.

Vincent Sinclair:

He listened to evanescence one time.

Billy Lenz:

Dude has straight up rabies. And like some weird bacterial disease that you can get from being bitten by a bat. Its actually a medical anomaly that he’s on two feet at all? Yknow that post that says that like 60% of bacteria found on NYC subways has no known origin? Basically Billy Lenz is the canadian equivalent of that.

Jason Voohees:

He’s actually a meat puppet for thousands of single celled organisms found in the lake. Imagine if your spore creation gained sentience and then it evolved itself into a giant buff guy, like ur spore creation would immediately go on a rampage duh. Dude is a macro-biome habitat of millions of critters all playing QWOP with his arms and legs.

Brahms Heelshire:

His mother was really into those baby mozart and baby einstein VHS tapes. Dude’s been weird since the WOMB. He’s also got a critical vitamin D deficiency and is likely anemic. No, he wont eat his spinach to help with the iron issue. But he will hide it in the walls and then huff and whine that something smells funny and that you should maybe go clean it up. Give him a flinstone vitamin gummy pls.

Alternatively: He’s like that because he’s bri-ish, you eat enough mushy peas in your lifetime and this bullshit just sorta becomes you. Sure, whatever! Eat beans on toast, put on a mask, live in the walls!

Any of the texas chainsaws:

Tapeworm. Why? Because its funny. Hungry ass tapeworm infested ass cannibals. Gotta eat up to appease ur worm!

OG big boy is really into that QVC old lady channel and every time the women are talking about lipsticks or lotions or whatever he’s seething in jealousy. Therefore he must kill.

[hauwtie]

this should not be this funny, but it is

[hauwtie]

BACK FROM THE DEAD BITCHES

lowkey forgot i had this lmao

[hauwtie]

micahel myers😭😭😭

@brandnewhuman @lovelyhalloween

[missmeinyourbones]

idk if i believe in reincarnation but the idea that beauty marks are where your lover kissed you the most in a past life is so beautiful. i look down at all of my freckles and marks and discoloration and i smile. i hope they were loved well